Here’s the thing…
Every time I close my eyes, I see something different.
I’d like to think the cinema of my dreams is playing a double feature but it’s a bit like a comedy cartoon night on Fox.
But these dreams are nothing to laugh about.
Once again there’s a new instalment of an old feature, and we’re back on the treasure hunt.
I didn’t get to go wandering into the next ward to see Boggs, if he was there, because the head of ER had decided I was well enough to be discharged. It seems they had kept me there just in case there might be problems with concussion after being whacked on the head.
I still had a dull ache in my head, but they gave me a few days supply of pain killers and sent me on my way. After I signed some papers to that said anything happened to me outside the hospital was my fault, and that I’d been duly warned about the possible consequences of concussion.
That list of consequences always ended in death, but that could happen by being run over by an ambulance arriving outside the ER just as I was leaving.
I don’t know why, but I’d expected someone to be there, though I was not sure who.
It was a short walk to the main entrance to the hospital, and then a bit of a puzzle to be solved in trying to find the appropriate person who could tell me where Boggs was.
Twenty minutes later I came to an abrupt woman in a hospital uniform with a clipboard in her hand, and a solemn look on her face. If the brick wall could be personified, this was it.
Nurse Jamieson. No first name. No sense of humour.
She looked up at me with utter disgust that someone would dare interrupt what she was doing, something I had not worked out yet unless staring at a screen saver on her computer could be said doing something.
“Can you tell me where Wiliam Boggs is, please,” I said it nicely, and politely.
“Are you a relative?”
“No, I’m his best friend.”
“That’s not what I asked. You can hear properly can you?”
“Yes.”
Then, what did I ask you, just before?”
“Was I a relative?”
“And the answer?” followed by what I thought she said, “not that we don’t already know the answer to that one.”
“No.”
“The go away. Close relatives only.”
“Then if I can’t see him, can you tell me how he is?”
Too late. Nurse Jamieson had gone back to the mesmerising screen saver. Perhaps it was being used by some intergalactic alien to brainwash her.
I shook my head and headed back towards the main entrance.
“Excuse me?”
I heard a voice from behind, approaching quickly but quietly. Another nurse, a different coloured uniform. Bad nurse, good nurse, was this the latter?
I turned as she reached me. “Yes?”
“I heard you were looking for Boggs.”
Last name, only used by friends, not that he had many, and none who were female unless he’d been holding out on me. No, he didn’t know any girls.
“Yes. He’s my best friend. Do you know him?”
“A friend of his cousin, Annabelle. I can take you to him, but you won’t be able to stay very long.”
Annabelle? I don’t remember him telling me anything about a cousin called Annabelle, but he did say there were family members he still hadn’t met, but that was because of longstanding feuds.
“Is he alright?”
“Nothing a little rest won’t cure. He looks worse than he is.”
I followed her back along a passage off the main foyer to an elevator, and then up to the sixth floor.
A sign on one of the ways pointed to what was called ‘Recovery’. We walked halfway down that passage then stopped at a room.
“He’s in there.”
The door was open, but there was a screen pulled across the entrance blotting out those who walked past from looking it. I pushed the screen back a short distance and saw the end of the bed.
When I stepped in and reclosed the screen, I realized the bed was empty, though someone had been in it. I stepped further into the room, and around the corner, sitting in a chair, was Nadia.
Thrills, Spills, and just a dash of Romance 